Only because I've done two incredibly boring things. For the first one, I ripped our entire CD collection onto our computer. My music collection, now entirely digital. The CDs are now in a box in storage. Okay, except for like the five on my desk. You never would expect children to be excited about unlimited access to 15 and 1/2 hours of Aerosmith.
The second boring thing, all and I do mean all, of my film photographs are in albums. All of them. And in some sense of order too. This means no more of seeing arina before decker in the albums. I had two lovely assistants to help me take all of the photos out of albums to reorganize them. I would have had three except Marc told Decker, "Hey do you want to do something boring with your mom? I'd hurry up or you are going to miss out." Decker took a bath instead. Too bad though, because I paid the other two for their time of boredom. It was worth it to not have to pull all those out by myself. Oh and I found a picture of Arina with sad puppy dog baby eyes. Apparently she has lost her touch.
January 06, 2009
January 04, 2009
In which I am still her royal highness, even though she did a remarkable job spitting milk out her nose.
Arina tried her puppy dog eyes on me today. I merely laughed.
"Oh sweetie, those just don't work on me. I'm queen of the puppy dog eyes."
Then I showed her MY puppy dog eyes. She couldn't take the sad and had to turn away. I was even trying so hard not to laugh when I was doing it. I am just that good at the big sad brown eyes. I told her she was merely the crown princess and could someday aspire to be queen.
After dinner everyone got a huge chocolate chip cookie for dessert. Arina had already gotten her mug of milk. Logan had just asked me for a mug. (These are all on a high shelf and the step stool wasn't handy.) Instead of handing him a normal sized mug, I handed my huge latte mug, which is the size of his head. The idea of Logan drinking out of this mug for some weird reason tickled Arina so much she spit milk and cookies out of her nose. Then she couldn't stop laughing because spitting milk out of her nose was funny too. Poor thing, once she gets to pickles, she can have my crown.
"Oh sweetie, those just don't work on me. I'm queen of the puppy dog eyes."
Then I showed her MY puppy dog eyes. She couldn't take the sad and had to turn away. I was even trying so hard not to laugh when I was doing it. I am just that good at the big sad brown eyes. I told her she was merely the crown princess and could someday aspire to be queen.
After dinner everyone got a huge chocolate chip cookie for dessert. Arina had already gotten her mug of milk. Logan had just asked me for a mug. (These are all on a high shelf and the step stool wasn't handy.) Instead of handing him a normal sized mug, I handed my huge latte mug, which is the size of his head. The idea of Logan drinking out of this mug for some weird reason tickled Arina so much she spit milk and cookies out of her nose. Then she couldn't stop laughing because spitting milk out of her nose was funny too. Poor thing, once she gets to pickles, she can have my crown.